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The director was startled, and so were the other three men.

Tang Yebai did not stop, punching, smashing a man's chin, his teeth dropped a few, people fell on the wall, and then bounced back, spitting out a stream of blood. Tang Yebai stepped on his face.

His eyes are fierce and evil.

"Tang Tang Mr. Tang... " The director was stuttering and frightened.

The two people want to escape, but Tang Yebai grabs them one by one, raises them with one hand, and smashes them on the bench beside them. One of them launches to hit Xia Chenxi.

Tang night white long legs stopped, such as garbage kicked out, the man rolled on the ground, head hit the corner of the table, blood on his face.

Another person is scared to draw a gun, subconsciously defend oneself, pull the trigger to shoot Tang Yebai.

"Xiao Li, put down the gun!"

However, it is too late.

Xia Chenxi's eyes were wide open, but he saw that Tang Ye's white body was like a ghost. He ran up quickly and cut the man's wrist with a knife. He nearly pulled the trigger, and the pistol fell to the ground and snorted.

Tang Yebai grabs the man's wrist and twists his backhand. Shengsheng breaks the wrist of the man.

He passed out in a flash.

The chief and the rest of the police were too scared to move.

This is a blatant attack on the police.

Attack the police openly.

Tang Yebai is so single handed in the police inspection bureau to cut melons and vegetables. Several police officers graduated from the police academy and are very skilled. One of them is still holding a gun and nearly pulling the trigger. What a fierce speed.

Tang Yebai stood up and brushed his sleeve. He did not know if there was any dust. He looked at the four policemen on the ground like garbage. One fainted and three cried.

He did not move the gun. Xia Chenxi saw a pistol in his waist. She did not know why. She knew the name of the pistol, the desert eagle, the king of the pistol, and the king demeanor of the pistol.

But he didn't have to. He used this close fight.

Play a combination of violence and beauty.

In fact, in the man's world, fist is king's way, pistol is only a tool for killing people. The real competition with a sense of strength is always a fist.

Speed, beauty.

Tang Yebai is wearing a sky blue silk shirt and black trousers with half sleeves. The whole person looks like a yuppie, elegant and full of ruffian spirit, tall and powerful.

When he started, he combined strength and beauty with every move.

He interprets the beauty of violence perfectly.

This person's skill can almost be used as a model teaching material for close combat between agents and mercenaries.

Lin ran almost whistled. He has not seen Tang Yebai do it for many years. In recent years, he has become lazy and always uses guns. There are people around him. It is rare for him to do so.

It's fun.

Really, watching Tang Yebai fight is a kind of visual enjoyment.

The director wiped the sweat on his head, and his face turned white with fright. However, this man is Tang Yebai, and he can't afford it.

He moved a finger and the police station was killed like a fly.

"Mr Tang, Miss Xia's injury should be dealt with." After all, the director has seen some of the world and finally stabilized. He just wants to ask the Buddha to leave the police station.

I can't afford it. Can't I hide?

Tang Yebai coldly swept them, "tonight's monitor, you know how to deal with it."